A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

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I am just a lonely soul

Can anyone hear me?

Is anyone out there?

I have n

So Much For My First Love

I've loved you since I met you,

Though there's nothing I can do.

You've hurt my f

Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from

zindagi jina bhl gaya

कब सपनों के लिए,

सपनों का घर छोड़ द�

chalo fir se hum bache ban jate hai
होम-वर्क की डांट से बचने के बहाने बनात�

Tears Of Love

Tears of pain run down my cheek,

wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.

Tears

The One-Sided Affair

I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,

I loved her looks, I loved her stare.

I loved

Tum ne usme aisa kya dekha ?

Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?

Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir

NAA ME GIRA OR NAA MERI UMID

न मैं गिराऔर न मेरी उम्मीदों के मीनार